[Author's Note: This is Part 3 of a series about a sex therapist who treats her patients by fucking them! It's pure fantasy, but what if it were real!! Enjoy! -- Loving Feeling]
My nerves were getting to me. I noticed my hands shaking just a bit as I pulled on white satiny panties over my shaved mound. My husband and I were going on a very unusual date, if you could call it that, and I wasn't at all sure what to expect.
I looked in the mirror after adjusting the panties. My medium-sized breasts looked inviting, but would Keith finally be able to enjoy them? I cupped my boobs and tweaked the nipples. They stood up firm and erect. I put on a matching white bra -- with very thin fabric.
My auburn hair came half-way down my back. It framed a body that I kept toned -- slender arms, flat stomach, athletic legs. But no matter how pretty I was, Keith and I had stopped making love. After months of frustration, our friends Matt and Judy recommended us to Dr. Cynthia Heller.
Not only is Dr. Heller gorgeous, but she also practices an unusual form of psychotherapy called "Participatory Sexual Therapy". Cynthia theorized that if Keith and I turned our sexual focus onto her, that she could in turn arouse our sexual desires for each other once again. She'd been right.
On day one, she seduced me into my first lesbian experience while Keith masturbated next to us. On day two she seduced Keith into fucking her pussy and her ass while I learned how to suck off his dick. Afterwards she claimed we were ready to graduate into having sex with each other. To finalize our treatment, she'd invited us over to her house for dinner and to meet her husband, Jermone.
I pulled on a short black skirt and realized that it wasn't just having sex with Keith that was making me nervous, it was the fact that Cynthia wanted us to watch her and Jerome fuck -- and have them watch us!
As I buttoned up my sheer silk blouse, Keith came into the bathroom.
"How are you feeling about tonight?" I asked.
Keith was wearing khakis, a button-down shirt and a jacket. He looked so handsome. Tall, sandy blonde hair, athletic. But such a kind face. Over the last two days I'd remembered why we'd fallen in love -- and felt the romantic spark start again.
"Which part?" he said, touching my shoulder. "The part where you and I finally get to make love again, or the part where we might have an audience!"
I chuckled. "Both, I guess. I mean, in some ways I'd love to take off our clothes and invite you into my pussy right now!"
"I know what you mean. But we promised Cynthia. And ... maybe she has some other things she needs to teach us or tell us. You know ... therapy stuff."
"I know," I nodded. "And what do you think about meeting her husband?"
"I guess we'll just see how the evening goes," Keith said. "If we feel uncomfortable, we'll just leave. But it could be exciting to see Cynthia with another man."
Keith and I drove in silence, my nervousness growing -- but also a feeling excitement. Watching Keith fuck Cynthia with his hard cock got me wanting him like never before.
Dr. Heller lived in a lovely home along a wooded lane. Her driveway curved around a grove of trees and up a small hill. The house itself was large -- two stories with wings to either side of a central entryway. The driveway curved around under a spacious wood and stone awning that formed a covered area in front of the main entryway. It was opulent but not outlandish.
As we pulled up, Cynthia stepped out of large wooden double doors. She opened my door, and I stepped out. She was stunning. Her long brown hair over her shoulders, her signature silk blouse framing her large breasts -- and no bra. Her upturned nipples stood out and I couldn't help but stare.
"You guys found us okay!" she said, hugging me. I felt her hard nipples against my chest and was already a little aroused.
"It was easy," I said, pulling back.
Cynthia smiled and came in for a kiss. She lingered on my lips and my mind lingered on memories of her mouth, bringing my pussy to an intense orgasm just days before.
Keith opened his door, and Cynthia came around to the driver's side. They kissed as well -- a familiar and intimate kiss.
"Welcome to my home," she said as they broke off.
As Cynthia turned, my gaze went to the front door. Standing there was a man who was obviously her husband, Jermone.
Jermone was tall -- a bit taller than Keith. He had brown wavy hair and clearly worked out. His shoulders and arms were thick with muscles. His waist curved in and gave way to equally muscular legs. He was wearing a tan shirt and jeans. He looked casual and easy going. And he was smiling broadly.
"So glad to meet you," he said, reaching out his hand to shake Keith's. "Cynthia has told me so much about you."
"Nice to meet you too, Jermone," I said as he came in for a hug. I could feel how strong he was as his arms wrapped around me.
"Please ... come in!" he said, ushering us through the doors.
The inside of their home was equally as beautiful. Their entryway was a full two stories tall. Two circular staircases wound up to the second story, and a large chandelier filled the space in between.
They ushered us into a large living room where we sat on comfy couches. They poured generous glasses of pinot noir with fried calamari as an appetizer. I was glad for the wine. By the second glass I felt myself relax -- a little.
Turns out, Jerome and Cynthia cook together, all the time. They finished prep on a dinner of poached salmon in their chef's kitchen and served up the delicious smelling food in a cozy dining room. I got the idea they had more than one of these!
"So ... Jerome," I started as we dove into the entre, "you said Cynthia has told you all about us. How much is 'all'?"
Both Cynthia and Jerome smiled. It was Cynthia who spoke. "Jerome and I consult on all my cases. It's part of the unusual nature of Participatory Sexual Therapy."
"Don't worry," Jerome said, laying his hand on Cynthia's, who was sitting next to him. "Everything is kept strictly confidential between the four of us. Cyn says the final portion of her work involving the two of us is vital to your healing -- and I've seen it work firsthand. But to answer your question -- she's gone into great detail about her lovemaking with each of you. Very hot!"
I felt heat rise in my face. At first, I felt embarrassed that our sexual secrets had been shared. But then my mind started wondering how many other couples had come to dinner here and what had transpired -- how much sex took place under their roof. I found myself imagining naked couples fucking each other in every room. It was actually a bit arousing!
"You don't mind your wife sleeping with other people?" Keith asked.
"Not at all," Jerome answered. "We keep our shared intimacy to Cyn's clients and, um, former clients. It's great to see couples doing well sexually and ... it's fun and very erotic for us too."
"So how does this work then?" I asked, curious -- and nervous again.
Cynthia smiled. "You remember Sexual Object Focus?"
We nodded. "We shift our sexual focus onto you, and you help us focus it back on each other. Something like that?" I said.
"Exactly!" Cynthia said. "To help with that process, I'm going to ask the two of you to witness me being intimate with Jerome. We do it in a special room set aside for this purpose."
